As if new Jersey were Babylon, an Argentine and an Israeli argue in Aramaic, Styrofoam cups of instant coffee warm in their hands,
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All the years of nights rapt for each other all the joy and later all the trouble
The need to be heard does not change, the need to get close. Again we tear our request, scatter it across the grave.
Having made the maze of cartons, bins,and scales, he moves, aproned, unseen among them,the architectures his to build and rebuild
